Fear
Shane
I’m woken with a kick to the chest. The wind is knocked out of me and I’m gasping for breath as hands come for me in different directions. It isn’t until they touch me and pull me to my feet that I realize I’m leaving this cell. The thought should give me a sense of relief but it doesn’t. Today is the day of the celebration and I’m too worried about her to care about myself.
“Where are we going?” I grunt.
I barely get the words out through great gulps of air. They don’t answer me, of course. I’ve lost so much blood the world is spinning. I can’t walk straight and fall until their hands hold me up. They drag me from the cell, my arms slide, and I suck in a breath as a burning sensation has me jerking away. Only to hit my other arm on the bars near it.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Stay still,” the guard demanded.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
“Alpha requested we move you to the Meeting Hall,” he answered.
“Where the celebration is?” I asked.
My eyes go wide as I realize they’re taking me to her party. As much as I want to see her, breathe the same air as her, and touch her I know that my presence right now will only hurt her. Whatever her father has planned for me will only cause her more suffering. I can’t go there. We’re making our way up the stairs now and I look at the two warriors by my side.
They’re both in good shape and the chances of me getting away aren’t great. If I was being honest with myself I’d know that even if I managed to beat them I wouldn’t be able to run very far without collapsing. I don’t want her to see me like this again. I can still hear the pain in her voice as she held me. As we get closer to the door at the top of the stairs I know that it’s now or never. I take a deep breath and ready myself.
As the warrior on my right takes another step up, I ram him with every bit of strength I have left. He yelps before leaning over the railing, falls and with a sickening crunch lands. Without waiting for the other warrior to do anything I tackle him against the wall. He reaches for his blade but I grip his wrist and snap it. He cries out as I grab his face with my hand.
I smash his head against the wall over and over again. He cries out, his last working hand reaching for me, scratching me, but I don’t stop. I shove his head into the wall until I see blood. I keep going until I hear a crack and he stops fighting back. That’s when I release him and he slumps to the ground. I don’t bother looking at him, I already know he’s dead.
I lean against the wall, staining my back with blood. Now that I’ve gotten rid of my guards I need to figure out what I’m doing next, and fast. They’ll know something is up when I don’t show. This would be the perfect time to go back home. As much as I want to go to her I know it’s in her best interest if I don’t. I know her father has her being followed and watched. He told me if anything gets in the way of Ethan and Adea’s union that he would kill her. I need to find Mavy and get out of here. I push open the door and look up and down the hallway.
When I’m sure I’m in the clear I take a step out. Once I’m out of the packhouse I turn to run towards the field. My sister is in our house on the other side of that field. I know all I need to do is tell her of my plan and she’ll follow me. We could hide out until I healed. When I’m strong enough I can go back and claim my birthright. I can claim what’s rightfully mine. How long would it take me to heal?
My body knows it before I do. It would be better for me to go to the field, but I’m not going to go. No, I’m not going to do the right thing. Why am I not going to do the right thing? Because my soul calls to her as hers does to mine. I need to go to her. I know she’ll be in pain seeing me but I need to see her. I need to do what she needs of me. I need to make sure she’s okay. This is the perfect time for me to leave and push forward with the plan I’ve been stewing over, but I can’t. I can’t leave her. I can’t leave her to fend for herself. I sure as hell won’t leave her alone here, she’s all I have and I’m all she has. My feet are moving now but not toward the field. No, my feet are running in the direction of the meeting hall. I’m going to her.
I already know that I’m not going to be able to get her out of there. Not when she’s surrounded by her father’s men. If I hadn’t been hurt I could probably attempt a kidnapping. I could try and steal her but in my state, I won’t be able to. I’m bleeding everywhere and they’re going to hear me. They’ll see me, smell me, and be aware of my movements. I know it in my soul as I run towards her. I’m running to my death. The thought of dying doesn’t scare me. No, dying isn’t what I fear.
What I’m scared of is leaving her alone to fend for herself. The thought of him taking her before I can rescue her, before I can save her, scares me. I fear what he’ll do to her. I fear he’ll hurt her, break her, and change the woman I love. How can I leave knowing the future I’m surrendering her to?
I fear that tomorrow won’t come. Our tomorrow. That’s what I fear most, and despite having every reason not to run to her, I can’t help it. I run faster. Ignoring the bite of the wind and the million little wounds on my back sting, I run towards my Princess.
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